Unicorn (Unicorn@Indenial.com)
Mon, 25 Oct 1999 08:47:50 -0400
"He Can Drive"
There was this guy sitting on a park bench
muttering to himself and spitting. He would
mutter, then spit, mutter, then spit, he would
say, "Damn, that sonofabitch can drive", then
spit, "Damn, that sonofabitch can drive", then
spit, "Damn that sonofabitch can drive"...
then spit.
A man sits down next to him and asks him,
"What's going on here? You keep saying,
"Damn that sonofabitch can drive, then you spit."
"Well," says the guy, "my friend just got a brand
new sports car, so he calls me and asks me if
I want to go for a ride. So, I say sure, why not?
He picks me up and we drive up to the mountains.
After we have lunch, we start back down the
mountain and his brakes go out!! He's pumping
the pedal, and nothing!! So now we're picking up
speed and the road is all twisty and curvy. We're
going faster and faster, and it's hard to stay on
the road. I've got my fingers embedded in the
dashboard, and I'm pleading with him to do
something!! We're going about 90 mph now,
with a sheer cliff on our right, a 500 foot drop on
the other side, an 18 wheeler truck right on our
butts, and an overturned motor home right in front
of us. Well, I figure this is it! I just knew we were
gonna die! So I turned to him and said, "Buddy,
if you can get us outta this, I'll give you the best
damn blow job you've ever had!"
He paused ... then spit. "DAMN, THAT SON OF
A BITCH CAN **DRIVE**!!"
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